feel you

Rain, starting

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

hiding from the rain

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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wait what is that

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

not so on: yvf(wthw)

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

that looks like my instagram account

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

autonomy of learning

your feed looks like my tumblr